The Moment of Devouring (17)

Life's greatest ups and downs were always this thrilling.

Just moments ago, Doctor Goya Ulrich had been gently coaxing him. Now he was dangling in the air, Fu Qian's hand clamped around his neck.

It was clear that the sight was pushing his nerves to the breaking point. For a moment, he even forgot to struggle.

"Don't do anything reckless!"

Perhaps the keen instincts of a former victim had kicked in. Cynthia was the first to react, shouting at Fu Qian.

At the same time, she backed away two steps without hesitation, putting some distance between them.

This man was too mercurial and unpredictable. He was far more dangerous than she'd imagined.

"Don't be nervous."

Fu Qian didn't even bother responding to her. He simply smiled at Goya.

"Look in the mirror. I'll only say this once."

"You—"

Goya struggled to lift his head, barely managing to force out a sound.

Fu Qian's reaction had clearly shocked the project leader.

Goya had been quite confident in his own abilities. Even after seeing what Fu Qian had done to Cynthia, he'd still dared to approach him.

But Fu Qian's subsequent actions had utterly crushed that confidence.

It hadn't worked? How could it not have worked?

What on earth was this thing?

Not only had his strength increased to this degree, he was even immune to Goya's influence.

Before Goya could work out the answers to those questions, the pressure around his neck continued to increase.

The pressure surged, and Goya couldn't even make a sound.

Fortunately, the blood rushing through his head helped him quickly recall what Fu Qian had just said.

He forced his gaze to turn. The next moment, he finally fixed his eyes on Soul's Lure, its curtain pushed aside. Mist began roiling across the mirror's surface.